Whene’er with haggard eyes I view
  This dungeon, that I’m rotting in,
I think of those companions true
  Who studied with me in the U-
    -niversity of Gottingen—
    -niversity of Gottingen.
[Weeps, and pulls out a blue ’kerchief, with which he wipes his eyes; gazing tenderly at it, he proceeds]
Sweet ’kerchief check’d with heavenly blue,
  Which once my love sat knotting in,
Alas, Matilda then was true,
  At least I thought so at the U-
    -niversity of Gottingen—
    -niversity of Gottingen.
[At the repetition of this line Rogero clanks his chain in cadence]
Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift ye flew,
  Her neat post-waggon trotting in!
Ye bore Matilda from my view;
  Forlorn I languish’d at the U-
    -niversity of Gottingen—
    -niversity of Gottingen.
This faded form! this pallid hue!
  This blood my veins is clotting in,
My years are many— they were few
  When I first entered at the U-
    -niversity of Gottingen—
    -niversity of Gottingen.
There first for thee my passion grew,
  Sweet; sweet Matilda Pottingen!
Thou wast the daughter of my tutor,
  Law Professor at the U-
    -niversity of Gottingen—
    -niversity of Gottingen.
Sun, moon, and thou vain world, adieu,
  That kings and priests are plotting in;
Here doom’d to starve on water-gruel,
  never shall I see the U-
    -niversity of Gottingen!—
    -niversity of Gottingen!
[During the last stanza Rogero dashes his head repeatedly against the walls of his prison; and, finally, so hard as to produce a visible contusion. He then throws himself on the floor in an agony. The curtain drops— the music still continuing to play till it is wholly fallen]
George Canning (1770-1827) and George Ellis (1753-1815). I think George Canning is my current favorite Prime Minister. As opposed to my favorite current Prime Minister, who is of course Youssouf Saleh Abbas, Prime Minister of Chad.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
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